holly golightly

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if i could be anyone else, i'd be ...

holly golightly. when i was 14 i saw breakfast at tiffany's for the first time. all i wanted to do was move to new york. why? let's look at the life of ms. holly golightly:

1. lives in a beautiful brownstone in manhattan
2. strolls 5th avenue at dawn in an evening gown while enjoying coffee and pastry, thinks nothing of this
3. can be prison visit ready in 10 min (i can't get wal-mart ready in 10 min)
4. that hair, those bangs
5. has raucous parties attended by beautiful people and the cops never catch her
6. doesn't have to work (altho she does "work")

what was this $50 for the powder room? i would only get $10 to go to the food court and that came from my parents, not my dates. it wasn't until years later, when i had read the book, i realized why she got $50 and exactly what kind of pictures she and mag were posing for. this did not fit with the glamorous life i had imagined, so i've suppressed the written word deep in my subconscious.

i have come to realize it wasn't the lifestyle that attracted me to holly, but her carefree attitude toward life. a little naive to think the cops put a "sweet old man like sally tomato" behind bars for having a "little trouble with his taxes," maybe, but her heart was in the right place and she never failed to visit the dear man. given the recent state of the economy, he did offer some sound financial advice. you could not have asked for a more devoted friend than holly golightly.

she had a light inside her that could only be dimmed by the death of her beloved brother. tragic as it was, she picked herself up and carried on. there was a bit of scarlet in her, there should be a bit of that in all of us. only when faced with prison and the loss of a fiance she never really had, does she finally lose it. i can't help but cry every time she pulls the cab over ... in the rain ... forces the cat out ... in the rain. even i don't like being forced to be in the rain, that's why i don't work on set. at that moment i always promise my mallory that i will never do that to her, knowing full well if i did she would chase down the cab and kill us all. like all women, holly must make all the wrong decisions before she can finally make the right one, giving into paul and cat.

selfish and selfless, stylish and sassy, holly was all i wanted to be as a teen. i suppose also as an adult i still strive for that. living on the west coast, i've done the best i can. my cat is my roommate and a total party girl. i keep a bottle of champagne on hand, just in case. i can only hope i'm closer to the end of all my wrong decisions. i take comfort knowing that whenever one of my wrong decisions pops up, i can walk the back lot at work, where holly made her last.